W / Winterr / Let the Blade Caress Your Wrists
A worthless being trapped in the maze of mirrors Sentenced to solitude from the start A curse of despondent, my affection in affliction Draining the last remnants of your life to feed my sadistic hunger And then trap you in the prison of solitude and darkness See the beauty no more in your reflection, Succumb the paranoidal grief Shatter all the mirrors: Use the shards as your blades, so they will become the only thing you love Give in to affection of lust for self-destruction Let the blade caress your wrists destroy your life in company of your being Slowly degrading into dust... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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